[ Featuring Corey Calabasas ]
Gimme a minute
Gimme an hour
Cut them ties like woah
Do you feel these words
No I'm feelin' numb
Stop that candid hoing
Stop that hold my dollars
Watch this bitch in visits
It might void my body
It might void my body
I'm on the low track now
I might hold your collar
And tell you no way out
If I could trade these dollars
No vices can not vouch
If we could push this party
Then we could burn this house
But I doubt it
Falling and she sour
Push and prowlin
Don't want her around us
Numbers grounded
Never even sounded
Got her shouting
She got me surrounded
I flip a ciggy that'll prob'ly be my last
Picked a pack the next day and said the same
With a spark and a flash
All fire no catch
Without it seeming like the past
Package weight, 10 grams
Shipping on the interstate, 10 bands
Catch you slipping on the freight, 10 grand
And if you flippin on the date, you can
Catch these hands
I'm sick and tired of these pussy bois fakin'
Pushed me to the point of beyond breaking
Filthy lies found a sinner forsaking
This is the time where level ground starts shaking
I need a beam
I got a tool
I'm with the team
Now you just a fool
Pulling up clean
See how she drool
Drip like a stream
Dancin on jewels
Act like you know us
Please don't bother me
Bitch we all glowed up
44 to 17
Gimme a minute
Gimme an hour
Cut them ties like woah
Do you feel these words
No I'm feelin' numb
Stop that candid hoing
Stop that hold my dollars
Watch this bitch in visits
It might void my body
It might void my body
I'm on the low track now
I might hold your collar
And tell you no way out
If I could trade these dollars
No vices can not vouch
If we could push this party
Then we could burn this house
